[Ice Cube]

Yeah, yeah

Blaze one for the nation

Brrrrr

Brrrrr

Brrrrr



Verse 1: Ice Cube

I got lyrics that wake up spirits

They told me how to make big hits and spend digits

Can you dig it?

You fed, you dead, see red

My lead, yo head, I fed

Like you shit

I got rhymes push that shit like weight

My nigga Lincoln help me navigate

Thru this hate retaliate, it's official

I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb

When I hit you

Push the issue

My ghetto dope is amazin

The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin

That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under

Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder

The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough

And baby ain't old enough

For this game I'm rollin up

De-zamn it feels good to be the don

Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit



Chorus: Ice Cube

A yeah yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

(4X)



Verse 2: Ice Cube

I hold zone like a Corleone

No more fuckin with that homegrown

Hit the shit we on

The rolleo's and the baggetts

You still fuckin with them faggets

We turn haters into maggets

Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash

You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me

Constantly, put the hustle down

With four or five niggas that's musclebound

Send your head to the taxidermist

Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos

You got to earn this, you can't take it

Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit

Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega

Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin chedda

You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag

You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me

I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade

(Ch-ching)

(since the tenth grade)

(Ch-ching)

(What you need)



Chorus



Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop

I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit

Uncandid, it's the young bandit

Fresh out the trenches, the wood works

City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk

In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks

>From shattered glass, down the pig locks

Want tips by the clock

You niggas scramblin for fouyan

And settle for crumbs and croutans

I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas

Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos

Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see

So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky

I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey

After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes

You niggas bound and nullified

Sit back and mine stack it multiply



Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop

[IC]A yeah yeah

[MSK]I push rhymes like weight

[MSK]I push rhymes like weight

(2X)

[IC]A yeah yeah

[IC]I push rhymes like weight

[IC]I push rhymes like weight

(2X)



[Ice Cube] (starts during chorus)

Ask about me

Worldwide baby

Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)

Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game

Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand

Puttin it down

We wanted in fifty states for this weight

(A yeah yeah)

Pushin rhymes like weight

Pushin rhymes like weight

(A yeah yeah)

Yeah, blaze one for the nation

(A yeah yeah)

You know my name

You know my name

(A yeah yeah)

You know my name



[Mr. Short Khop]

Yeah, some of you fools just got in it

and think you gonna change the game

You ain't changin nothin



[Ice Cube]

I been doin this, I been doin this

Ask about me

Ask about me